well this am....thor the doberman kept standing over yoda and whining....i was trying to bake a cheesecake but he just kept on.....i finally pick yoda up and see that he is wet his whole tummy and fuck there is a hole......its snowing......no vet will answer...my new vet has an emergency number that i called at 8:07 am and didnt get a call back...my regular vet is closed on wednesday so off to boone we go...to the er vet...takes an hour to get to er vet in snow but we are good......get to er vet....he listens to the long story of me having two vets etc and so forth and so on.....
when he ask me if g (my regular vet) has actually seen yoda......i am taken back by this and tell him no......at which point he tells me that yoda is not 4 or 5 months old but 9 to 10 months old....i protest that that is impossible.....he was only 1.4 lbs when found etc and so forth....
o those snotty vets and their degrees....he tells me that the teeth always tell the tale and yodas teeth are teenage teeth....and he is sure of that....
so yoda is at the er being stitched back up..hubby will pick him up on his way home....
hubby doesnt really need to see the vet bill....from my 'free' kitten
when he ask me if g (my regular vet) has actually seen yoda......i am taken back by this and tell him no......at which point he tells me that yoda is not 4 or 5 months old but 9 to 10 months old....i protest that that is impossible.....he was only 1.4 lbs when found etc and so forth....
o those snotty vets and their degrees....he tells me that the teeth always tell the tale and yodas teeth are teenage teeth....and he is sure of that....
so yoda is at the er being stitched back up..hubby will pick him up on his way home....
hubby doesnt really need to see the vet bill....from my 'free' kitten
